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Then his hand left my pussy and I whimpered, blinking my eyes open; disconcerted by the sudden loss. Ty stared up at me, lips parted and chest heaving, and he grabbed at his tie.
Almost glaring at me, he said in a velvet voice wrapped in steel, “Stand up. Now.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lia
Scrambling off his lap, a little light-headed and confused, my fear started to come back in full measure. I gazed down at the powerful man sprawled on the couch with an obscene bulge below his belt buckle. His immaculate hair was in disarray from my hands, his shirt unbuttoned and his lips swollen.
“Take off everything except your underwear,” he ordered; his eyes fixated on mine. I sucked in a breath as he squeezed himself through his pants.
Under that spellbinding gaze, almost as though I’d been possessed, I didn’t hesitate to follow his orders. It was as natural as breathing. The sweater and jeans came off and then I shyly pulled the black tank top off.
For a brief moment, Ty stared at me; his head falling back against the couch, the cords on his neck standing out as he muttered, “Fuck, Lia.” He sat back up and crooked a finger. “Come here.”
I stepped forward but that wasn’t fast enough. Ty grabbed me, his big hands cupping my ass and then he grabbed at my panties, making me cry out. At the same time, he leaned in and ran his tongue up the silk-lined seam.
“I think…” he murmured.
A soft sound escaped me that might have been fear or desire. Either way, it made Ty’s gaze light up even more and his lips curled up as he stared at me, radiating lust and danger in equal measure. It made my knees turn to water. A small voice urged me to run but I wanted to hear what filthy thing he’d say next.
“Ty?” I finally whispered. “Sir?”
Ty grinned. “I think I’m done being patient. I gotta taste you.Now.”
Ty yanked me back down; our lips crashing together, the kiss frantic and desperate. At the same time, with masterful force, he wrapped my legs around his waist. Once he was satisfied with that, his hands began to roam across every inch of my bare skin. He seemed to be torturing the both of us by avoiding any area that still had a scrap of lace, and I wriggled with impatience.
All the while, I couldn’t fathom how much I loved the feeling of his rough fingers exploring up and down my thighs, my sides, my back, and then my belly.
Guilt flared up only to be drowned by pure pleasure. My panties were soaked, and my breasts grew heavier, nipples tight and hard. Then, he finally cupped one breast; flicking his thumb back and forth over the hard bud.
My head fell back in surrender as he kissed my neck and I willed myself to drown at this moment. I’d been attracted to him since I first laid eyes on him. This morning I’d wanted to die and now I’d never felt more alive.
Couldn’t I have this, just this lust-soaked moment, in between all the horror?
Cold, hooked-in claws of guilt responded with a resoundingno, even as another part of me screamedyes, Sir.
As Ty palmed my breast, his fingers returned to my panties, twisting and playing with them before rubbing up and down along the outside.
“So soft, so wet,” he murmured. “You want me, Lia.” His breathing was harsh and he reached up to grip my hair, starting to curl it around his fist. “Say that you want me.”
Before I could respond — a strange noise cut through the air and I jumped. Ty, however, swore, removed his hand from me and felt around the couch as I realized it was a ringing phone.
I froze at the way his answered – all business-like except for the absentminded hand still playing with my breast, now plucking and twisting the nipple. I shifted back and forth, uncertain, wondering how he could suddenly seem so indifferent to the half-dressed, panting and bewildered woman perched on top of him.
The call lasted a full minute all the while a frown deepened on his face. His hand left my breast and into his hair as he said something in Italian and then hung up.
“I have to go,” he said, lifting me to the side. Before I could grasp what was happening, he gripped my face and gave me a hard, swift kiss. “But I enjoyed our chat, Lia. We’ll continue this soon.”
And with that, he walked out of the room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
Ty
“Marone!,” Daniel muttered around his cigarette. “I like the winter but this freaking arctic wind cuts right through ya.”
I huffed out a soft, frustrated laugh – wishing my body temperature would be affected by those frosty winds too. We were huddled in the deep shadows at the far end of an empty salt-encrusted parking lot except for the trash that blew through the harsh wind that I could barely feel. I’d been broiling for the past couple of hours, ever since—
Daniel’s disbelieving voice cut into my thoughts. “You disagree?”
